Strange Loyalties Quotes

“But, imagining Scott’s nights here, I populated the emptiness. This had been one of his places and some small part of his spirit had been left here. Holding my own brief séance for my brother, I conjured vivid faces and loud nights. I saw that smile of his, sudden as a sunray, when he loved what you were saying. I saw the strained expression when he felt you must agree with him and couldn’t get you to see that. I caught the way the laughter would light up his eyes when he was trying to suppress it. I heard the laughing when it broke. He must have had some nights here. He had lived with such intensity. The thought was my funeral for him. Who needed possessions and career and official achievements? Life was only in the living of it. How you act and what you are and what you do and how you be were the only substance. They didn’t last either. But while you were here, they made what light there was – the wick that threads the candle-grease of time. His light was out but here I felt I could almost smell the smoke still drifting from its snuffing.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“I knew that there was in me a recurrent tendency to think back to the excitement of new beginnings and regret the ends they've come to. The bitterness that can give rise to is bearing false witness to life. I thought that the essence of life lies not in the defeat of our expectations but in the joy that they were ever there at all. Life's a spendthrift mother. Once she has given what she has, it's ungrateful to complain that she didn't have the foresight to take out an insurance policy on your behalf. You just say thanks.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“Who are the bitterest people in the world? The failed idealists, I would think.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“The very fact that you can flout the law like that proves how little it means. It's just a set of rules for those who happen to get caught. And if you can make a mockery of the law and thrive, it would be a bit immodest to think you were the only one. Wouldn't it? Dave knew his guilt must also be a lot of other people's. It was the nature of the game. That was a find. It was like splitting his private atom. He understood the structure of things. Hypocrisy wasn't a weakness for him. It became a strength. It wasn't social death. It was the lifeblood of career. No wonder he's such a successful man. It's quite simple, really, when you think of it. The bad have limitless capabilities. The good are constrained. The hypocritical good have got it made. They have a structure of conformity that is plainly visible from the outside. Inside it, there are subterranean passageways in which anything is allowed to happen.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“Interesting, isn't it' he said. "The ambiguity of things. I can talk about the mockery that's my life and sip coffee at the same time. I can sit in my own guilt like an armchair. We're strange things. I sometimes think our lives are a contract with the impossible. If we're going to live together, we have to sign that contract. But most of us know we can't really meet its terms. So we insert our private clauses in small print. And don't mention it to anybody else. Only the best of us try to abide by the contract. And the attempt often destroys them.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“Why do the best of us go to waste while the worst of us flourish? Maybe I had found a clue. I could think of one reason why people as potentially rich in life as Alice and Scott seemed far less well and be apparently less successful than Martin and Anna. Those who love life take risks, those who don't take insurance. But that was all right, I decided. Life repays its lovers by letting them spend themselves on it. Those who fail to love it, it cunningly allows very carefully to accrue their own hoarded emptiness. In living, you won by losing big, you lost by winning small.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“...urban deprivation, the condition of being so sophisticated that you plumb the nature of most other people's experience out of your life like waste. Your attitudes are so glib and self-assured and automatic, you lose the necessary naivety that is living. That way, you eat everything and taste nothing.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“Theatre,' Davy said. 'That's what houses are, you know. Just theatre. All buildings are. Charades of permanence. They're fantasies. Fictions we make about ourselves. Right?”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties: 3

“The beast he had fought, that ravens upon others, slept underneath my chair.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties

“Akitchen in the morning: it can be a garden of the senses.”
― William McIlvanney, Strange Loyalties